I walked in the house, tip toeing around and shutting the door without noise. Dad was passed out on the couch and I hoped he'd stay that way.
I stepped into the kitchen and peeked in the fridge for anything to eat. I settled on cold pizza—no way in hell I'd dare to use the microwave—and went upstairs. I shut the door to my room, letting out a huge breath.
I'm safe for tonight.
...
Waking up in the morning, I didn't want to get up. But I had to.I stood up and jogged down the stairs and got a glass of water for my father. I went back upstairs and peeked into his room. He was snoring. I stepped around the mounds of clothes and tried not to step on any ash trays.
I picked up his old beer bottles and cans and set down the glass of water.
I went back downstairs, deciding whether or not to start making breakfast. I'll wait a little.
I eyed the phone on the wall, so tempted.
I dialed your number, holding my breath.
"Hello?" Your gruff voice answered, tired and heavy with sleep. It cracked a little.
I smiled. "Did I wake you?" I looked at the time and sat on the counter. "I guess it's a little earlier than I thought..."
You laughed. "Naw it's cool. Did you dad bite your head off when you got home?" I heard the sheet shuffle on your end.
"He was asleep. But he'll be up soon."
"Oh, do you need to hang up?"
I stood up and grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge. "No, it's fine. I'll cook and talk." I grabbed a pan from a cabinet and set it on a burner. I leaned on the counter while waiting for the pan to heat up.
"What happened when you got home?" I asked, curious.
"Nothing much. My sister had come home for the weekend. My mom was actually surprised at how early I came home."
I smiled at that and cracked an egg in the skillet. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. I'm not normally home until much later. Plus I didn't have a girl come home with me..."
I nodded and watched as the egg sizzled. I bit my lip, deciding to change the subject. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
You thought for a second. "I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. I think it'd be fun to be an actor. Pretend to be someone else for a while..." You trailed off. "What about you?"
I flipped the eggs. "I want to be—"
My father walked into the kitchen and I thumbled with the phone. "I've got to go, Jarsen, I'll call you later." I hung up.
"Good morning," I said to him. "Eggs will be done in a bit."
He grumbled a response and took a swig of whiskey. I grabbed a plate and slid two eggs on it, handing it over to my father.
"Did you have a good time at the party?" He asked, taking a bite of eggs.
I nodded. "It was fine. You were asleep when I got back."
He nodded, ending the conversation.
...
I spent the first half of the day cleaning. While my father sat on the couch in the living room, I cleaned his room and his bathroom. Taking his dirty clothes downstairs the phone started to ring. I sat down the hamper on the table and picked up the phone.
YOU ARE READING
The Pain of We (ON HOLD)
Teen FictionI told myself I'd never get close to anyone. And then you came along. I wasn't supposed to fall for you. You're not supposed to care for me. And you do. *trigger warning* *mature content* *strong language*